Cute fox's counterattack

After leaving Dongfang Chen's Mo Chenxuan, Xueyan went back to her room silently, with the warmth still in her palm.

Sitting at the table, his fingers hidden under the snow-white sleeve trembled twice. He didn't know if it was because of the burning sensation, so he stretched out his hand and slumped on the table.

There was a slender red mark in the middle of the white and slender palm, the red mark was slightly longer, it cut off the entire palm and only went around to the index finger, and opened some flesh around it, the blood scabbed due to the weather, but it was still there Swell up in a circle.

At that time, I didn't feel much pain when I was bearing the force of the whip with one hand, but now I feel that the pain is aggravated when I look at it like this.

Brushing the wound with the fingertips of the other hand, the burning was mixed with a little tingling pain, like a needle as thin as a cow's hair, it was not very painful but could not be ignored.

He didn't bring that kind of wound medicine on him, and this kind of injury can't be treated, but if he asked Liu Bo to bring some wound medicine here now, Liu Bo would be suspicious, maybe... he would tell his elder brother about it.Big brother seems to be in a bad mood now, and now he is bothering him with this kind of thing, I'm afraid...

After Liu Butler made arrangements for Xueyan's younger sister, he took a few servants out. After sending them away, he came to Dongfang Chen's Mo Chenxuan.

Standing outside the door knocked on the door, walked in, looked at Dongfang Chen standing in front of the table, walked a few steps closer and said: "Young master, Mr. Xueyan's younger sister, Lao Nu, has already promised Mr. Xueyan to let that Miss Hongling is temporarily staying in our Xiyuan courtyard - Hongshanju, young master, do you think so?"

Dongfang Chen squeezed the one under the sleeve tightly, pursed his lips, turned his head to look at Uncle Liu who lowered his head slightly, and said, "Do you live in Sequoia Residence temporarily?" His voice was a bit dazed.

Butler Liu nodded, a little surprised by the young master's reaction, he hesitated and said: "Master, are you... this old slave is busy, so let someone clean another guest room, and let Miss Hongling..."

Dongfang Chen interrupted Uncle Liu's unfinished sentence, and said softly: "No need, let her live somewhere."

Butler Liu glanced at him, but he couldn't speak the words that reached his throat, swallowed those words in the other party's dull atmosphere, and said: "If the young master is fine, then the old slave will go down first."

Dongfang Chen didn't answer, his eyes kept staring at the withered osmanthus tree outside the window, as if he wanted to get the original sweet breath from it, but it was blown by the wind, leaving only coolness.

Hongshanju, Xiyuan, and Hongshanju are the best courtyards in Xiyuan. This courtyard is specially prepared for women. Since the city was built, no one has lived in that courtyard. I didn’t expect to live in it for the first time. It was her, there might be another reason for Uncle Liu to choose that residence, Xueyan lived there too, presumably... Thinking of this, the corners of Dongfang Chen's mouth curled up, because the gusts of breeze brought A hint of bitterness.

Standing by the window and watching for a long time, Dongfang Chen turned around and picked up the writing brush resting on the edge of the inkstone again. He raised his finger but didn't know what he should write. After a while, there was no word on the snowy rice paper. , sighed and put down the pen in his hand again.

On the second day, the early morning light slowly broke through the clouds, piercing through the entire lingering clouds, revealing the colorful and mottled colors.

Dongfangchen, Xueyan, and Hongling were all in their rooms, and no one had ever come out, and they didn't even leave their own room to eat, they all ate inside the room.

The mansion was very quiet all day long, and the servants were still busy with their daily affairs, and most of the mansion's affairs were spread on Butler Liu.

The weather in winter darkened quickly, but it was only at dinner time that lanterns were hung in the mansion, and streams of warm yellow light shone down, shining eye-catching light on the flat ground.

"Are you all ready? Is the ginseng stew you prepared ready?" Butler Liu saw that the sky was approaching, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to urge him. The young master's complexion is not very good today, he should be recovering from a serious illness and his body is weak , so he prepared these to make the young master nourish himself.

Zhang Dafu, who was in charge of the kitchen, said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, butler Liu, are you going to bring it over now?"

Steward Liu walked over, lifted the ginseng soup and smelled it, then put down the lid and said, "Give it up now. Today, I think the young master's complexion is not very good. It's probably because the disease just happens to be weak, so it's time to make up for it."

After Zhang Dafu heard it, he hurriedly said worriedly: "Young Master, you don't look good? You can't work hard today, Master. Although this ginseng soup is good, you have to take care of your body. The affairs of this mansion are up to you, Steward Liu." Pay more attention, let the young master go well, rest better, and I will cook some more tomorrow, so that the young master can make up for it during this time."

Liu Butler smiled in satisfaction, with several slender wrinkles showing on his face, and said kindly, "Okay, I'll send someone over here." After speaking, he walked out of the kitchen.

Xiaolan came in with the ginseng soup carefully ordered by Butler Liu, walked over lightly, put the ginseng soup in her hand on the table carefully, and called out in front of Dongfang Chen with lowered eyebrows: "Master."

Half of the book blocked Xiaolan's sight, she only knew that the man was looking at the book in his hand seriously, but he didn't know that half of the content in the book hadn't been reflected in those warm eyes.

Dongfang Chen put down the book in his hand, stretched out his hand and rubbed it on his forehead, and said, "What do you want from me?" Although he asked like this, he felt a headache in his heart because he was in a daze for no reason.

Xiaolan raised her eyes, saw him rubbing his forehead, thought he was not feeling well, thought for a while, walked over and rubbed on Dongfang Chen's temple, and said: "This is what Steward Liu asked his servant to send, saying that it is your serious illness." Chuyu now needs to take good care of his body."

Dongfang Chen pawned her hand with his hand, indicating that she didn't need to rub it for him anymore, and said slowly: "Take it here."

Xiaolan was still sad about being pawned, but when she heard this sentence, she hurriedly put away her depressed mood, happily brought over the ginseng soup, filled a bowl for Dongfang Chen, and said: " Master, please use it."

Dongfang Chen took it, scooped a spoonful, blew it, and drank it. The warm temperature melted into his body, making his cold body warm a lot. He couldn't help but take two more sips.

Seeing her young master finished drinking, Xiaolan quickly took the empty bowl and said happily, "Master, do you want another bowl?"

Dongfang Chen shook his head, pursed his lips slightly, and after a while, he looked up at Xiaolan and said, "Xiaolan, send some of this ginseng soup to Xueyan and Miss Hongling." He picked up the book on the table again, his eyelashes were half-drawn, and there was some hazy thought in his eyes.

Xiaolan nodded, put away her things, then looked back at the person who had sunk into the book world again, and said: "I know, I will leave."

Walking to the door, Xiaolan turned around and asked, "Young master, is today's dinner going to the hall?"

Dongfang Chen was silent for a moment, gave a slight 'um' and said nothing.

Not long after, Steward Liu sent two people to invite Xueyan and Hong Ling, and he himself went to invite the young master himself. In Dongfang Chen's room, Steward Liu did not call Dongfang Chen immediately, but asked him to take the After reading the book, he said: "Master, the dinner is ready, please go to the hall to have dinner."

Dongfang Chen didn't react when he heard it at first, he was stunned for a moment, then remembered his conversation with Xiaolan, nodded silently and stood up.

Xueyan and Hongling came along with the servants sent by Butler Liu. The two met on the road before taking a few steps. Xueyan didn't have much expression on her face, but Hongling beside him It was as if he had forgotten the unpleasant things of yesterday, and he directly embraced his arm just like in the past.

When the two were about to walk into the hall, Xueyan wanted to brush off the hands on her arms. He didn't want Dongfang Chen to see him holding hands with Hong Ling. His instinct was that Dongfang Chen would be a little unhappy seeing this.

But the more I don't want to happen, the more things will happen. Before I can shake Hong Ling's hand, Dongfang Chen walks over from the opposite side, Xue Yan's hand is still on Hong Ling's hand.Feeling the temperature on the back of her hand, Hong Ling felt happy, and she was even more happy when she saw the person coming from the opposite side. She tightened her grip on Xueyan's arm, with a triumphant smile on her face.

Dongfang Chen was also stunned when he saw the two people approaching him, but Shi Shi caught the hands of the two of them. He quickly woke up from the stupefaction, lowered his eyes to cover up, and raised his face when he looked up again. There was a usual breezy smile on her face, but the corners of her eyes involuntarily glanced at the hands they were holding again, and said, "What a coincidence." I just felt that gorgeous and enchanting smile was a bit dazzling.

His words successfully brought back the absent-minded Xueyan, Xueyan almost immediately broke free from the hand on her arm, looked at the person in front of her with some anxiety, opened her mouth a few times, but could only say: "I, I, I..." , could not even utter a complete sentence.

Dongfang Chen didn't want to look any more, so he interrupted: "I'm a little hungry, let's eat first." After finishing speaking, he turned around without waiting for anyone to answer, and after turning around again, Dongfang Chen took a deep breath, the expression on his face The smile disappeared completely.

A supper was eaten in silence.

Dongfang Chen was in a trance, absent-mindedly picked up the dishes, and didn't take a few bites of the dishes he usually likes, and the food was tasteless.

And Xueyan has been paying attention to Dongfang Chen's reaction, and has no intention of eating, and just picks up the rice in the bowl silently with vegetables; but Hongling, who is sitting next to him, picks up some vegetables for him from time to time, with a very happy mood. The good looks made him helpless and upset.

Finally the dinner was finished, Xueyan stood up immediately, and was about to go to Dongfang Chen to say something, when Dongfang Chen also stood up, with an unnatural smile on his face and said: "Sorry, I'm a little tired, Excuse me first." After speaking, she looked at Hongling who was sitting and said, "Miss Hongling, you can ask Uncle Liu if you don't understand anything, and he will help you. Excuse me first." If you don't stay, just leave go.

Xueyan looked at the back that was getting further and further away, she couldn't speak if she wanted to, her whole face was wrinkled like a bun.

When he could no longer see the figure of that person, he turned around, looked at Hong Ling and said, "I'm tired too, I'm going to rest first."

Seeing this, Hongling immediately stood up and said, "Brother Yan, then I'll accompany you, just because I'm tired too."

Xueyan shook her head and refused: "No need, I want to be alone for a while, you don't have to follow."

Hong Ling looked at the figure striding away, and then glanced at the direction where Dongfang Chen disappeared, her face was full of resentment, and she thought: I must let you leave Brother Yan!You must not be allowed to stay by Brother Yan's side!must.

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